God has conquered the poet; he will lay akk that he has at the feet of his Victor and Master, and there he will weep out his pain. The loving and merciful God will bless him and call him, and he will gladly welcome death and go to Him
God is the poet’s loving mother for whom he will weave a chain out of his pearl-like tears. It is not the offering of material wealthbut that of the tears and suffering of the devotee which is a genuine offering; it is valued by God for it purifies the soul and bringsit closer to Him.
God is present and active in nature at al times and in all places. He is kind and loving, and ever seeks our good. If we place our faith and trust in Him, He will do for us what we cannot, and fill us with His bliss. ON many an idle day have I grieved…
A baby is innocent and beautiful. His sleep is a magic sleep; his smile is like the golden rays fo the dawn. His soft and beautiful limbs come from the tender and loving heart of his mother
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